She did everything she could, as she usually does, to get his blood boiling. For instance, she put into use a ploy that never failed. She knew of a se...ret. He never admitted to it, but she knew of Frank’s secret smoking fetish. Through the last half of these ten years, she had slowly begun to notice his desirable dick getting hard in his pants every time she’d light up. The realization didn’t come easy or quickly to her at first. It was just something she noticed, but never put two and two. He gets out. She looks over at him again. “Ms” he says “everything alright?” She nods but then she pukes leaving a small pile of vomit on the ground. He envisions that happening in his car and wishes he had a bag of some sort to catch any of it that could occur in his car. “May I give you a lift?” he says. She swallows and tries standing straight up. “No, I’ll be alright” she says. “Just a case of a stomach cramp. I didn’t stretch out properly prior to running.” She looks at him and a look of. He always hits me on the tits or grabs them with his hands. This is the most hot thing for me. I see his crazy face fucking me and watching my pussy open and shaved. Sometimes, while he fucks me and instead of grabbing my tits, he tries to give me pleasure on my clitoris. But he is very rough and clumsy. He does not get anything. For he to be happy I pretend that it gives me a lot of pleasure and that it drives me crazy. I keep screaming.To give him more pleasure and enjoy myself too, I move my. She was sure he intentionally hurt her. Obviously afraid of her father, he never mentioned it.Freddie's knees parted as he leaned back. His fingers tapped the chair's leather arms. His eyes were locked on Matilda with that familiar leer. This time, however, he seemed more confident."Come here," he said.Matilda did not budge. Leon smacked the side of her head so she looked up, rubbing it. He shoved her. She stumbled a few steps before catching her balance and then looked over her shoulder..